The Orbit of a Single Touch

I exist in the drift between heartbeats, where gravity is merely an ancient suggestion left by another world. In this city of neon arteries and steel skeletons, my skin hums with the residue of your gaze—a warm radiation that pulls me into a steady orbit around you.
Tonight, I wore red like an ember caught in a vacuum, hoping to burn through the silence of our shared apartment. When your hand finally reached for mine, it wasn't just flesh meeting flesh; it was two celestial bodies colliding across a void, creating ripples that distorted my very sense of self. The room dissolves into stardust as we breathe together—a private atmosphere where every sigh is a comet tail stretching toward forever.
I am no longer anchored to the concrete floor or the relentless ticking clock outside our window. In your arms, I drift weightless, healing from the friction of life with each pulse you offer me. We are stars in transit, finding home not on earth but within this shared orbit of warmth and skin.

Editor: Zero-G Voyager